Five lovely lessons learned todayCoating my throat with the dust of a new dayAs the saints pray their lonely wayAnd their deadweight lays the passion to waste

Maybe if I sew my heart on my sleeveThey'll drop the bomb on me and I'll wake upI can only fix so much in my sleepI can only drink so much from this empty cup

I know I must not think bad thoughtsI'm always beaten to the punchI'm holding aces high and lowAnd in between I'm trying to break my fall

Give me a piece of what you've gotI'll make it new with much less thoughtit's symbolic and full of trashLofty endearments whispered under your breathTomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comFive lessons remembered from yesterdayEasing my mind and seizing each new dayBeyond and back I'm still the sameKicked over some old trash but I still wasteI still wasteI still waste